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Andre had a nice apartment on the 5th floor of a newly constructed building in northwest DC. He pointed us to the family room as soon as we got inside and then he left to fix us drinks. Jennifer sat on the love seat by the window that looked out at the city and Tyson and I sat on opposite ends of a large leather sofa to her right, across from a huge 85" television. When ge returned Andre handed out our drinks and then sat down beside Jennifer. Her dress had ridden up above mid thigh, exposing her strong runners legs, and he rested his big hand halfway between her knee and the hem of her dress. Then she looked playfully at him and put her hand on his leg. I felt a little uncomfortable and Tyson must have noticed because he spoke up, breaking the silence.

"Just go to the bed room, we all know why we're here," he said with a hearty laugh. Despite his slight stature Tyson had a deep voice and a surprisingly commanding presence. I could tell he was used to giving orders and getting what he wanted. He carried himself with an abundance of confidence and had an energy about him.

Andre nodded and then he rose to his feet. He led Jennifer out of the room and down the hallway to his bedroom, leaving Tyson and I with our drinks in hand.

"Thank you," I said with a sincere laugh once we were alone and he smiled. Then he reached into his pocket and produced a vape pen.

"Want to join me?" He asked with a wry smile.

"Oh, I quit smoking years ago. I don't think I should have nicotine and risk starting again," I replied with the obvious naivete of a sheltered suburban soccer mom, and Tyson laughed.

"There's no nicotine in this. Its a THC vape."

My cheeks warmed and flushed with embarrassment and I looked at him inquizatively. "So weed?"

"Of course. Do you want some?"

"I haven't smoked pot in years but what the heck."

Tyson slid to the center of the sofa and took a hit. Then he handed me the vape and I took one. A few minutes later after a couple more hits on the vape I started to feel its effects.

"Ooh, this is nice," I said softly. I felt like I was floating on a cloud and the world around me was just a little out of focus. It was a very pleasant feeling. A moment later we heard the unmistakable sound of Jennifer moaning and Tyson and I laughed. I looked at him and I could tell exactly what he was thinking.

"Now I feel bad." I said with a big grin. "I'm sure you were hoping for some of that."

"Honestly, I'm just enjoying your company," Tyson replied with sincerity in his smoldering brown eyes.

"Me too, this had been very nice," I said softly as I leaned towards him and gave him a slightly awkward one armed hug. Our faces were inches apart and our heads turned at the same time. He leaned closer and I did too. Then we kissed. It was unplanned but very nice. His lips were soft and supple and one kiss led to another. My lips parted and his tongue slipped into my mouth. I kissed him harder and then sucked on his probing tongue. I felt the dam open and wetness flooded my suddenly ravenous sex. My hands moved to his torso and my fingers raked up his sides and then down his back as we kissed deeply and slowly. He was shorter than me and much thinner but he was surprisingly muscular and fit under his lose fitting shirt. My heart was racing and my head was spinning. I couldn't believe what I was doing. I was caught up in the moment. I'd never cheated on Jeremy. I hadn't kissed a man other than my husband in 18 years.

Tyson slid his hand up my leg as we kissed. It moved up from my knee and under the hem of my short skirt. A voice in my head was screaming at me to stop him but my body overruled my rational mind and I let him guide me onto my back. He rolled on top of me and we resumed kissing. I could feel his hard dick grinding against my hyperexcited pussy and I wanted it inside me.

I tugged at his shirt and he lifted it over his head. He leaned back exposing his lean sculpted chest to my wide, eager eyes and I smiled.

"So sexy," I cooed as he looked down at me. He was slim without an ounce of body fat. He had chiseled abs and a sculpted chest with muscular shoulders and well defined arms. His dark ebony skin was shiny and glistening. I'd never been physically attracted to a black man before. I'd grown up in the south at a time when good girls didn't date black boys and I was married before I'd aged out of that learned racism.

"Thank you." He reached for the buttons of my blouse and I tensed for a moment as my insecurities crept in, but he ignored my silent protest and unfastened my shirt as I watched. Then he pulled my big, heavy breasts free. He pulled them up over my lacy underwire bra and kneeded them like pizza dough as he held my gaze with his darm smoldering eyes. My nipples stiffened and he rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers, sending jolts of electricity straight to my dripping wet sex. My body was on fire and my mind was reeling.

I instinctively crossed my arms under my breasts to hide my unflattering tummy but he moved them away and devoured me with his sexy eyes. "Don't do that," Tyson said with a shake of his head.

"What?" I asked coyly.

"Don't act insecure," he replied with a knowing grin. "You are beautiful."

His words rattled in my head and I beamed. "Thank you, but I don't feel beautiful. I am old and fat." I wasn't obese but according to my doctor I was 30lbs overweight. My butt was too big, my stomach was far from flat and my legs had cellulite.

"No, you are sexy." He said as he climbed off of my legs and pushed my skirt up to my waist. Then he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my bikini style panties. I lifted my ass off of the sofa and he eased them down my thick thighs. He smiled when he saw my untrimmed bush and my cheeks warmed with embarrassment. Had I known what would happen that night I'd have shaved myself bare but it had been weeks since Jeremy and I had been intimate and I'd let my grooming down there lapse.

"Sorry, I wasn't expecting this," I apologized for my unmanicured state.

"I love it," Tyson nodded. He dropped his pants and boxers to the floor and his cock sprung free. I swallowed hard when I saw it and a knot formed in my belly.

"Oh shit" I gasped, with my eyes wide. My mouth hung agape and I just stared at him. His dick was huge. It was, by far, the biggest I'd ever seen and it dwarfed my husband's dick by a sizable margin. It looked even bigger on his short, slender frame and I was suddenly very afraid. I wondered if it would fit and I feared it would hurt. He was too big. There was no way I could take that monster.

'Don't worry, I'll go slow," he said, reading my expression perfectly. He grabbed the base of his big dick and moved between my legs. I couldn't believe how big it was, and more than the length, his girth was terrifying. He was almost twice Jeremy's length and so thick that his fingers barely touched when he held it.

"You'd better," I said in a small, timid voice, "I'm pretty small in there, despite my size elswhere." I felt equal parts of fear and excitement as I spread my legs wide. The contrast between us was stark. His glimmering dark ebony skin juxtaposed with my creamy alabaster flesh was striking and despite his stature he was pure masculinity beside my soft, curvaceous femininity.

He rubbed the head of his huge dick up and down my slit, smearing my cream all over it until I was squirming with unbridled desire. I couldn't recall ever being that turned on and I begged him to put his cock inside me.

Tyson smiled and eased his hips forward, sliding the tip of his rock hard dick inside me. His girth stretched my labia taut and I gasped from the intensity of the sensation. I'd never been stretched like that and it felt incredible but I was glad he stopped after just the tip. It gave me a moment to get used to his size.

His hips began to jog slowly fore and aft, going a little deeper with each languid stroke. His pretty eyes were affixed with mine, reading my expression and gauging the level of my discomfort. It took some time but within a few minutes he was balls deep and the feeling was amazing. He was hitting spots I never knew existed and it didn't hurt at all. I couldn't believe that I was taking it all or how good it felt. For the first few deep strokes I could feel his cock head hitting my cervix and that was a mild discomfort, but soon thereafter it felt like my canal stretched to accommodate his size and instead he slipped past my cervix into what I later learned was my a spot.

"Faster," I whispered wantonly. I was acutely aware that we were in the family room or Andre's apartment and my friend Jennifer was with him in the bedroom. I had heard her moans several times and I was pretty sure they were still going at it but I did not want them to walk in on Tyson and I while we were having sex.

Tyson smiled and picked up the pace. His hips moved fluidly and his pelvis slapped against mine. It felt so good. I clenched my teeth tightly to quiet my moans and my fingers scraped at his hips, coaxing him to go even faster. My hips writhed and my breathing began to labor. I was about to cum and he'd only been inside me for maybe a minute.

"Right there," I whispered excitedly. I grabbed at the sofa and my back arched as I started to cum hard. It was unlike any orgasm I'd ever had. It started deep inside me, in my womb, and spiraled ourward from there. My legs shook violently and despite my best efforts to keep quiet I squealed and squeeked in a loud, shrill explosion. My eyes closed tight and I focused on the intense waves of pleasure rocking me to my core. When they began to ebb I opened them and looked up at him with reverence and gratitude.

"You like that?" He teased as he continued to thrust with smooth, languid strokes and I nodded.

"That was amazing." I beckoned his face to mine and we kissed long, slow and wet. He kept pumping his dick into me and I could hear my wetness each time he sank deep. My tongue slithered into his mouth and I wrapped my arms around his small, strong body. I could feel the strength in his shoulders and I raked my manicured nails down his dark chocolate flesh. Then I grabbed his firm, round ass, digging my nails into it as I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking him balls deep inside of my soaking wet, married pussy.

We stayed like that for several minutes, kissing and rocking together, as I recovered from the ferocity of my orgasm. Once I'd caught my breath I released him from my grasp and looked into his warm, soulful eyes. "How do you want me? What's your favorite position?"

"I want you on top," he replied with a sexy grin and I nodded.

Tyson pulled his cock from my depths and it was dripping wet. He rolled off my soft, sweaty body and stood before me. His huge dick jutted lewdly from his body just inches from my face as I sat up, and instinctively I grabbed it at the base and guided it to my ravenous lips. When Jeremy and I were young and filled with passion I had often sucked his dick but it had been years since I'd done so without him asking for it. I didn't particularly like the taste and smell of dick, but Tyson's cock was covered with my copious secretions and it looked delicious.

I opened my mouth and slid my lips over his bulbous head. My tongue swirled over the tip and I moaned wantonly as the flavor of my pussy mixed with his precum and natural musk. It tasted fantastic and I sucked and stroked him for several long, blissful minutes. I grabbed at his cute butt and forced as much of him into my mouth as I could handle. It was a bit more than half and I gagged as it filled my throat. Ten minutes later I begrudgingly let him slip from my puckered lips and switched positions with him.

Tyson laid on the sofa and I straddled his trim waist. I reached back and guided him to my entrance. Then I sat back and took him to the hilt.

"Fuck," I groaned loudly, throwing caution to the wind.

I began to undulate my hips in small circles with him dee inside me. His dick pressed into my anterior fornix and I shuddered with pleasure. I looked down at Tyson with lust glazed eyes and began thrusting my hips fore and aft. Each thrust made my body tingle and I felt another orgasm beginning to build. I clutched at my heavy breasts and squeezed them both as my hips moved faster and faster. My eyes rolled back and my body tensed. The intensity of my orgasm shocked me and I cried out loudly. I felt fluid squirt from my ravenous cunt and my entire body quivered and quaked.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I gasped. My eyes were wide as I realized how loud I'd been and then I laughed. Our eyes met and I leaned down to kiss him. I rocked forward until just the tip was inside me and kissed him passionately. Then I sat back, swallowing the length of his epic manhood. I'd never thought that size mattered. My husband had a nice, average dick and until that night he'd been the best I'd ever had, but the feeling of Tyson's thick cock stretching me taut, and the long strokes felt so much better than anything I'd ever done before.

I continued to ride him for several more minutes until my legs grew tired. So I climbed off and knelt beside the sofa. I took his wet, slippery dick back into my eager mouth and slurped noisily on it for several more minutes. Then Tyson positioned me on all fours on the sofa.

He knelt behind me and eased his dick back into my pussy. His strong hands gripped my hips and he began to thrust. He started slowly, just as he'd done the first time he entered me. It was like he was stoking a fire and warming me up. Then his pace quickened and his body slammed against mine. I felt a tremor, a small climax, that segued into another and then another. I kept cumming, over and over and his stamina was relentless. I lost track of my orgasms. I lost track of time. My body was soaked in sweat and His thrusts became erratic.

He pushed me down face down and flat on the sofa. Then he straddled my legs, pushing them togethe and then he slid back inside of my. He leaned forward, propping himself up on his outstretched arms and began pile driving into me. The room filled with the deep cupping sound of his pelvis slamming against my fat ass, and in between I could hear his cock pistoning into my sloppy wet hole making me queef with each stroke. I looked back over my shoulder at him ad smiled happily.

"Cum for me," I groaned. I didn’t say where.

"Fuck," he grunted. Beads of sweat rolled down his face and dripped onto my body. "FUCK," he groaned loudly. "FUCK!"

He buried himself inside my fertile womb and erupted like a volcano. His seed splashed into my depths, filling it to capacity. His cock throbbed and twitched and he grunted like a wild animal. Then he collapsed on top of me and kissed the back of my neck. He laid there until his soft rod slipped from my soiled pussy.

Tyson climbed off of me and I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I grabbed my shirt and bra from the floor. My skirt was still bunched around my waist and I tugged it down over my full hips. I was glad Jennifer and Andre hadn't come out while we were ficking but I was sure they had heard us. I'd started out quiet but I hadn't ended that way.

Inside the bathroom I peed and cleaned my pussy the best that I could. Then I tried to fix my hair and face so I was somewhat presentable. I washed the smeared mascara from around my eyes and tustled my long, thick hair. Then I put my bra and blouse on and went back to the family room.

Tyson was dressed and he handed me my panties.

"Thanks," I said sheepishly as I took them from his hand. I looked at the hallway and, seeing no one I slid my panties into place to catch the leaking remnants of Tyson's cum. I couldn't believe what I'd done. I was not on the pill. I hadn't needed to be. Jeremy had gotten a vasectomy after our youngest was born. So I'd have to pick up a Plan B, morning after pill in the morning.

"You okay," Tyson asked with sincerity in his voice and I nodded. I felt guilty at what I'd done. It was so out of character. I'd always been a good girl and I wasn't sure what had come over me, but at the same time I felt exhilarated and alive. I'd just had the best sex of my life and I knew that had awakened something inside me.

"Yeah, I'm great," I said with a smile. I stepped closer and we kissed. Tenderly at first. Then passionately. "That was amazing. You were amazing. I'm babbling. I should shut up."

I grinned sheepishly and Tyson grabbed my ass. "I think we were amazing together. You brought the best out of me. Can I have your number?"

"I probably shouldn't. I'm married, remember?"

"I know, but I had to ask."

"Fine, what's your number," I asked with a laugh as I awakened my phone and started adding a contact. I saved him as Terri and sent him a text message. "Now you have mine."

We kissed again and while we were kissing I heard the bedroom door open, so we scrambled back to opposite ends of the sofa just as Jennifer entered the room.

"Andre fell asleep. We should probably go."

Tyson walked us to Jennifer's car and he gave me a friendly hug goodbye. His ruse fooled no one and Jennifer grilled me on the way home. I admitted my indescrecion and she asked how it was.

"Amazing," I admitted and she smiled knowingly.

"Now you know why I have only dated black guys since Mark and I split up. They are better in bed." Jennifer laughed and I nodded.

"Based on my admittedly small sample of one, I have to agree." We both laughed.

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